𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝐇𝐓𝐓𝐘𝐃

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

As Toothless dove into the ocean water and back up again, Astor clung to Frida tightly, his fear evident in his screams. "Toothless, what are you doing? We need him to like us!" Frida exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration, as Toothless continued to fly erratically and started to spin while flying up. "And now he's spinning. Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile," she muttered in exasperation before he dove down still spinning to the water. Astor, feeling overwhelmed, pressed against Frida's back, his voice strained as he pleaded, "Okay, I am sorry! I'm sorry! Just get me off of this thing." Finally, Toothless stopped and flew calmly, the tension in the air dissipating as Frida and Astor caught their breaths.

As Toothless soared higher into the clouds, Frida stole a glance behind her to Astor, who was still clutching onto her tightly. Turning her gaze forward, she watched as the world below disappeared beneath a blanket of cotton-like clouds. Astor, lifting his head, marveled at the sight, feeling the soft breeze of the wind tousle his hair. With a sense of wonder, he extended his arm, his hand dancing through the fluffy clouds as a smile spread across his face. As Toothless ascended above the clouds, the night sky unfolded before them, adorned with the mesmerizing glow of the northern lights. Frida caught her breath at the breathtaking sight, feeling Astor's hand gently settle on her waist as they both watched in awe.

As Toothless continued his flight, the familiar outline of Berk came into view below. Astor, peering down at the town, was captivated by the spectacle. Toothless, sensing his admiration, glanced at Astor and offered a reassuring smile before returning his focus to the sky. Astor, resting his chin on Frida's shoulder, wrapped his arms around her, his gaze fixed on the town. Frida couldn't help but blush at the intimate gesture, smiling to herself as they flew around the statues that adorned Berk.

Suddenly, Astor broke the silence, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Alright, I admit it. This is pretty cool. It's amazing." He reached out to pat Toothless's neck, expressing his newfound appreciation. Frida smiled warmly at his words, sharing in his enthusiasm. Astor turned to her, his expression serious, and whispered in her ear, "...kill a dragon." Frida's smile faded as she glanced down, feeling the weight of her impending final exam. "Don't remind me," she sighed, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Toothless's sudden descent startled both Frida and Astor, their voices tinged with concern as they tried to make sense of the situation. "Toothless, what's happening? What is it?" Frida asked urgently, her hand instinctively reaching out to the dragon's head. As they flew deeper into the cloud fog, a monstrous Monstrous Nightmare emerged from the mist, sending a shiver down their spines. "Get down," Frida whispered to Astor, the urgency evident in her voice, as they both leaned forward, bracing themselves for whatever lay ahead.

Their hearts raced as more dragons emerged, carrying food and flying in formation. Astor's confusion mirrored Frida's, his grip tightening around her waist. "What's going on?" he asked, seeking answers in the chaos. Frida's brows furrowed in concern as she responded, "I don't know. Toothless, you gotta get us out of here, bud." She tried to reassure the dragon, her hand reaching out to him, but Toothless shook it off, determined to press on with the other dragons. Astor and Frida exchanged worried glances as they watched the spectacle unfold.

"It looks like they're hauling in their kill," Frida observed grimly, her eyes scanning the scene before them. Astor's grip tightened around her, a sense of unease settling over them. "What does that make us?" he questioned, his voice laced with apprehension, as they descended perilously close to the water. Frida held tightly onto Astor's hand, her other hand gripping the saddle's handle as they deftly navigated through the rocky islands below.